Raven stared into the mirror, seeing him as he surrounded her, a broad, powerful male animal intent on possession. His gaze met hers in the mirror, his gray eyes nearly black, his expression tight, the skin stretched tight across his high cheekbones, the fight for control blatantly evident.
She felt the breath lock in her chest at the image he presented. Boldly, unapologetically male. Possessive. Dominant. He held her and meant it.
“Such a pretty little bad girl,” he whispered then. “Do you know what happens to bad girls, Raven? Bad little girls who refuse to admit what they see staring them in the face?”
She almost came from the sound of his voice alone. She felt her womb convulse, stealing her breath and her senses as his hands smoothed up her waist and cupped her engorged breasts in a firm, heated grip. Devilish thumbs rasped over the peaks, sending flares of brilliant heat washing through her.
The sight of those broad, darkly tanned hands cupping the swollen mounds of her breasts was highly erotic. He was so strong, yet his grip was firm, gentle. There was no pain, no sense of force, just pleasure and hunger and need that spread from those hands to her body and left her trembling in arousal.
“You really are a pervert.” Unfortunately, it was turning her on more than it should.
“Oh baby, you have no idea,” he whispered, his eyes, so filled with emotion and lust, meeting hers in the mirror as he loosened the catch of her bra. “But I intend to show you. I’m about to let you get very well acquainted with every perverted fantasy I’ve ever had about you.”
The bra dropped to the floor.
Raven gasped at the sight of the bare skin as his fingers, the backs of his fingers only, traced the curve of her breasts, rasped over the hard points of her nipples. Electric pleasure sizzled though her nerve endings, sending pulses of sensation whipping over flesh. She could feel her juices easing past her vagina, dampening the bare folds of her pussy as she pressed closer, rubbing her buttocks against his erection.
He wasn’t the only one who could tease. She might not have his experience, but her arousal made up for it. She needed him, needed his touch, his kiss, the flames of pleasure that surrounded her and struck into the core of her being as he held her.
“Vixen,” he growled roughly, pressing his cock tighter against her rear. “You keep teasing me with that little ass and you'll get more than you bargained for.”
Her eyes widened as she blinked at his image in the mirror. He looked serious.
“You wouldn’t.” She arched against him as one hand slid down her stomach, his palm cupping the heated contours of her pussy through the lace and silk of the thong that seemed more a tease than any actually covering.
She stared at the image they made—sexual, hungry. His hand cupped her possessively, his fingers curving between her thighs, rasping against the material of the panties over her swollen flesh.
“Don’t bet on it,” he growled at her ear. “But first, I have to show you how I punish bad little girls.”
She had only a second to gasp in shock as he lifted her from her feet, backed to the bed and sat down heavily before pressing her over his legs.
“You wouldn’t! Dammit, Reno!”
His hand landed on the upraised flesh of her butt, sending sensation shooting to her clit. She jerked, shocked, amazed. She had known, that first time he spanked her so long ago, that a little pain could be an incredible turn-on. But this was different. His bare hand applied to her naked ass sent her flesh blooming with heat, and her pussy spasming in pleasure.
“Beautiful,” his fingers trailed over the rounded flesh before his hand lifted, falling again on the opposite cheek with the same devastating effect.
“Reno, this isn’t a good idea.” Her pussy was creaming furiously as she shuddered in his grip.
He slid his fingers slid under the silken strap of material that ran between the cheeks of her rear. “Are you sure, Raven? I think it’s a very good idea.”
Raven groaned as she felt the silk of the thong rasping over her cunt, caressing the swollen nub of her clit as she writhed on his lap. Just when she thought he must have surely forgotten his previous intentions, his hand rose and landed on her bare butt again, causing her womb to convulse as she felt her juices flowing from her pussy.
She was quivering, shuddering with a fiery pleasure as he spanked her with an erotic precision that had her screaming out with each strike against her flesh. The pleasure whipping through her body seared her from the inside out and left her gasping, nearly screaming in arousal.
“Reno, this isn’t fair.” She moaned, jerking against him as one blow nearly threw her into orgasm, the pleasure-pain was so intense.
“No, Raven, what isn’t fair is your denial.” His hand landed again, making her burn as she screamed out beneath the fiery lash. “What isn’t fair is aching for you, loving you and having to fight you every damned step of the way—" Smack! "—when we both—" Smack! "Know—" Smack! "Exactly how you feel….”
She was arching back to his hand and begging for more, so close to climax, she could feel it shuddering through her, clenching in her womb as he suddenly lifted her, tossing her to the bed as he rose to his feet.
Rolling to her back Raven came to her knees aggressively, baring her teeth in an arousal so deep, so hot, she knew it was burning her out of control. Before he could loosen the first metal button of his jeans, her fingers were there, pushing his out of the way, loosening his jeans until the rigid length of his cock jutted through the open fabric.
Thick and heavily veined, the flared head broad and ruddy, it was a treat Raven couldn’t refuse any longer. Her eyes lifted, meeting Reno’s stormy gaze as her head lowered, her tongue swiping over the small pearl of liquid that collected on the tip. His fingers threaded through her hair as her lips parted, covering the hot flesh with greedy hunger.
Her lips and mouth moved on him as her fingers enclosed the silken length. He was like iron encased in silk, hot and heavy, an erotic weapon of such sensual destruction that she was left helpless in the face of their combined needs.
Her mouth enclosed him, tightened as her tongue flickered over the sensitive head and she began a smooth, firm, sucking action that had a harsh groan ripping from his throat as his fingers tightened further in her hair.
A sense of power filled her, a heady feminine thrill that she held such a sensual, sexual force in the very palm of her hand. It was exhilarating, shattering, more arousing than anything she could have imagined.